31. Flour & Spatulas
-Dario-
Fucking Jameson being a creeper while I busted a nut pissed me all the way off. It doesn’t surprise me that there is a god damn camera in Jade’s bedroom. He knows nothing about fucking privacy. I should not have jerked my cock on her bed. I shouldn’t even be here, but from what Jameson told me, both Spade and Jade are going to need some support, and if I can’t help emotionally, at least I can make sure they are fed.
I’m standing in Jade’s kitchen, preparing to mix the ingredients for homemade pancakes with bacon, sausage, and fresh fruit when Atticus growls at the front door. I slip into the secret closet and retrieve a knife from the wall. Holding it behind my back, I saunter to the door; Atticus is standing next to me, hair standing up. I pat him on his head and whisper, “Good boy.” The doorknob jiggles, and I swing it open grabbing the person and slamming them against the concrete wall of the house, placing the knife to their throat. They swing at me, but Atticus squeezes between my legs, growling, and snaps at the person’s nuts. Everything happened so fast that I didn’t realize it was Monty hiding under the black hoodie at first.
“Easy man, I’m not trying to hurt you,” Monty stammers. I press the knife deeper into his throat. Why the fuck is he here? I swear to God there better not be something going on with this prick and Jade because I will lose my shit.?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask through gritted teeth. He presses against the knife with a sinister smile on his face.
“I could ask you the same thing. Don’t you have a fiancée to be taking care of?” He states. This mother fucker wants to seriously die today.
“I’d advise you to keep your nose out of my business unless you want your jaw to be rearranged. Now answer the question before I paint the concrete with your blood.” I say, jaw tense.
“Fine, I’m here to drop off some Snow to little miss Cher—” He doesn’t get to finish that statement. I pull the knife back, hold it in my fist, and punch him in the face. He staggers along the house, falling to the ground. Atticus gets right in his face, showing his teeth. I grab Monty by his collar, raise his head off the ground, and smash my fist into his nose. His face whips to the side as he spits blood onto the pavement. The crunch of his nose sends a thrill into my veins. ?I need to set up a fight. I take a step back, patting Atticus’ butt. Unfortunately, I don’t know any of Jade’s commands, so I’m winging it. Atticus stands down, and I give him a pat on the head and motion my hand to the door. He takes the cue and returns to the house but stays in the threshold. I look over to Monty, who is scraping himself off the ground and wiping his bloody nose. His eyes meet mine.
“You will pay for that, Roselli.” He threatens. I laugh in his face.
“Whatever you say. But hear me now, if you come back here, or sell Jade any more Snow, you’ll be dead, and I’ll make damn sure nobody will ever be able to identify your body.” I grin sinisterly.
“I’m not scared of you or your little friends. If Jade calls, I come. She tastes so damn good.” He says, smiling while backing away. He knows what he’s doing.?
“For someone who isn’t afraid, you sure as shit are backing away like a little bitch. Jade wouldn’t waste her time with a runt like you.” I shrug, inching closer.
“Na, that’s where you’re wrong.” He winks.
Suddenly, a snowmobile comes into view. Jade climbs off and walks up the drive. She narrows her eyes at us.
“What the fuck are you both doing here?” She puts her hands on her hips and raises a brow.
“Go inside, Jade.” I command. She rolls her eyes at me and looks at Monty.
“Well?” She says to him.
“Next time, Cherry.” He winks and walks down the drive, hops into his SUV, and backs out.
“What the fuck was that about?” She says, walking past me and into the house. I follow behind her into the kitchen, saying nothing.
“Cooking?” She raises a brow. This woman, I swear, I just want to grab her and choke the life out of her, but yet I want to bend her over this counter and fuck the attitude right out.?
“Yes, I was, until your little runt came by, wanting to bring you something.” I counter.
“Why are you here cooking? Don’t you have a wife to cook for?” This is twice now, and I’m going to lose my shit.?
“You and Spade need to eat, so I’m here cooking to make sure that happens,” I say, ignoring her bullshit snide comment.
“I’m more than capable of cooking. Spade will be here soon. He didn’t want me to watch the clean-up. I honestly have never seen him like that. It was terrible.” She says, taking a deep breath. Tears drop from her eyes and she quickly swipes them away. It seems I have missed a lot lately. Fuck.
“Has Spade told you why this hits him so hard?” I ask while frying the bacon and sausage.
“No, he hasn’t, but I’m sure he will when he’s ready.” She sighs, wiping another tear that’s fallen. Why is it that anytime this woman is upset or near me, I just gravitate towards her? I want to hold her and whisper reassurances into her ears, but I can’t. We both fucked that up. I need to stop making decisions based on anger rather than looking at the big picture. I’ve barely seen either of my brothers since I signed that fucking contract. Anytime I bring Marsela around, they both leave. I feel like such an outsider at this moment. I didn’t know these kids meant so much to them. Again, I feel like I’ve missed so much. She disappears into the house, and I continue to cook the bacon and sausage. I should have never signed the contract. I have one year to get Marsela pregnant and pay thousands of dollars to ensure that it’s a male heir. Our engagement party is right after Christmas, and we are to marry in June. I’m to become my father’s second, and when he dies or retires, then I will take over the Roselli crime family as The Don. Marsela’s father is on his deathbed, and she will take over the Abazi Drug and Women Trafficking Organization, becoming the first female boss of her time. I don’t understand why my father thinks we will be so powerful together. I don’t want this life, nor do I want to marry a woman who wouldn’t bat an eye at other women being drugged and then sold to the highest bidder. She’s fucking soulless and a ruthless bitch.
I flip around the bacon and sausage until they are done. I set it aside and start cutting the fresh assorted fruit. Jade comes back into the kitchen wearing skimpy little shorts and a raggedy band tee that falls off her shoulder. I nonchalantly adjust myself and clear my throat. She looks over to me and smirks. Oh, this Little Minx. She snags a piece of bacon and takes a bite, moaning as she chews. I swear to God, my reserves are going to snap. She licks her lips clean from the grease and walks around to stand next to me. She puts a hand on her hip and grabs a strawberry, taking a slow bite. Juices from the fruit dribble down her lips. Jesus fucking Christ. She knows what she’s doing. If I move from this spot, she’s going to see how fucking hard I am for her. Nope. Think of something else. Anything else.?
“You hang out with Monty a lot?” I ask. She looks up at me and smiles.
“No, we chilled at one of his parties. That’s about it.” She shrugs, climbing up onto the island and crossing her legs. I clear my throat again, trying really hard not to look at her.
“He said otherwise.” I say with narrowed eyes.
“Why the fuck do you care who I hang out with? You have a whole fucking wife at home waiting for you,” she says vehemently. I narrow my eyes at her. I’m getting really sick and tired of that shit being thrown in my face.?
“She’s not my fucking wife! Apparently, you’re letting him between your fucking legs?” I growl. Losing my patience by the second.
“Again, why the fuck do you care?” I slam down the bowl of flour, powder littering the air.
“Same reason you keep bringing up my future wife.” I smirk and she punches me in the face. Tossing the bowl of flour, the contents spill all over the counter. I growl, grabbing her fucking legs and ripping them open wide.
“Hit me again and watch what happens.”
“Fuck you, Dario.” She says, pushing me away, but I don’t let her.
“I know your little boy-toy was bringing you more Snow to rail up your nose together.” I throw her down against the island, flip her ass over, pulling her down to me. She picks up the carton of eggs and throws it at me, but I’m too quick, and I duck as they fly past my head, hitting the cabinets. I smirk.
“He’s not my boy-toy, dickhead, and I certainly didn’t ask him to bring me anything, so lay off.” She pushes her ass into my dick.
“That may be true, but how does he know what you taste like?” I say with venom laced in my tone. She reaches for the knife I was using to cut the fruit and swipes wildly. I grab her wrist and twist, she drops the knife, screaming out in pain.
“Cut the fucking shit.” I spit, pushing into her plump ass.
“It doesn’t matter what the fuck I do, especially to a man who’s damn near married!” She yells. I slam her chest down and hold her hands behind her. She tries to kick out, but I use my knees to spread her legs out wide. She’s got nowhere to go.
“Let me go, Dario!” she yells, thrashing as I keep holding her down.
“Do you cook for her? Is all this a fucking punishment?” She thrashes beneath me.
“I can punish you with much harsher things than simply cooking for you and my brother.” I say, pushing harder against her.
“Bullshit, now let me up.” She growls. I take the metal spatula next to me and use it to smack her ass. She yelps at the sting. As she thrashes around, her skimpy shorts ride up, leaving her bite worthy cheeks on display for me. Fuck, my dick is so hard for this woman. I smack her ass two more times with the spatula, making sure it leaves a mark. I let go of her hands and take a step back. She rights herself and starts to walk away.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I yell. She whistles and lets the dogs out of the back door. She looks at me and growls.
“What?” I say. She walks over to me, and I back up, rounding the island. She pokes her little finger into my chest.
“How can you be here, doing all this, when we are nothing?” She pokes me again, trying to back me into a corner, but I don’t let her. I keep moving around the kitchen and into the big, open living room.
“We aren’t even friends, yet here you are, in my house, cooking and questioning me about what the fuck I’m doing!” she yells. I wrap my hand around her throat, but she punches me in the stomach, causing me to groan. She digs her nails into the grazed bullet wound and I immediately let go. Fuck. I growl at her, but she pushes me again. I lose my footing over the new furry rug and land on the couch. She quickly climbs on top of me, shedding her shirt. Fucking Christ. Her pierced nipples are just asking to be sucked. She wraps her hand around my throat and squeezes.
“How can you fucking marry her when your dick still gets hard for me?” she grinds onto my hard cock.
“Stop,” I command. But it does nothing. Sheremoves her hand from my throat, taking her hair out of the bun, and I watch, mesmerized as her curls flow down her back. The Little Minx knows I love it when her hair is down, and I can wrap it around my fists and pull. She runs her hands over her hard nipples, pinching each one, then down her stomach, and slides her little shorts to the side. My eyes follow as her little fingers sink inside her pussy, and she moans. Pulling them out, they are glistening with her arousal. She wipes them across my lips and whispers in my ear,
“Does she make your dick drip like I do?” She licks the shell of my ear. I lick my lips, tasting her. She grinds her wet cunt over my pants, and my dick twitches, begging to sink into her.
She pulls my hair, angling my head to look at her and my god. She’s a fucking goddess when she’s in control.?
“Tell me, does she get to feel all ten bars deep in her rancid cunt?” she says, grinding harder on my dick.
“Stop, Jade,” I command. She licks the side of my face and bites my bottom lip. My hands are tight fists at my sides. She sucks on my neck, up to my ear, and flicks the lobe with her tongue.
“Tell me, does she get to call you Daddy?” she moans in my ear. I’m trying really hard not to fucking snap as she trails her fingers down my chest to my pants, grasping my hard length. She flicks the button and unzips me, pulling out my cock and running her fingers down the bars. I growl. She strokes me slowly from base to tip. Gathering the pre-cum and licking it off her thumb.
“You don’t want to tell me all the things I already know; that’s cool. I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to call Daddy.” She smirks.
“I wish a mother fucker would.” I laugh at her. Her eyes narrow, and in one swift movement, she sinks hard onto my cock and tightens. I groan. Fuck, I missed her pussy.
“You don’t play fair, Little Minx.” She slowly rides me, grinding hard on my length. I flick both of her nipples, and she jolts. Throwing her head back and moaning, I grab her by the throat, forcing her to look at me. I squeeze.
“You will never call another man, Daddy. And if I find out this tight cunt is wrapped around his cock, I’ll fucking kill him.” I growl.
“Too bad you will never know.” She smirks, tightening around me again, picking up the pace.
“Keep it up with that smart mouth and I’ll put a fucking baby in you. Then you will be stuck with me.” She tightens again at the statement.
“Fuck, Kitten, you know what that does to me when you tighten like that. You feel so fucking good,” I groan. Reaching down and flicking her clit, I take a nipple into my mouth and suck. I grab her long hair and pull down, grinding up into her. She moans. We meet each other thrust for thrust.?I missed this.
“Yes, Dario. Just like that.” She pants.
“Yes, what?” I say, raising a brow. She picks up the pace, not saying a word, just whimpering at the pleasure I’m inflicting on her body. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands and squeeze, spreading them apart. I know she’s getting close when her pussy ripples around my cock. I grab her hips, lift her off, and slam her down, thrusting up into her at a brutal pace. Her tits bounce in my face, and I bite her nipple again, hard. She pulls my face up to hers and kisses me, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth, swirling her tongue against mine. I moan into the kiss. Slowing our pace down. I pull her closer to me, grabbing her hips and squeezing as she milks my cock.
“Cum for Daddy, Kitten,” I whisper against her lips. I rub her clit slowly, pulling all the sounds from her body.
“Shit, fuck. I’m going to cum. Don’t stop. Fuck.” She whines as I feel her warmth run down my cock. I flick her clit, and she slams down onto me, tightening as she soaks my lap.
“Fuck, Kitten.” I pull her off of me and jerk my dick until ropes of cum pool between her wet lips. I look up at her, cupping her cheek, she just looks back at me and smiles,
“I hope your future wife likes the way my pussy tastes.” She smirks, climbing off of me and exiting the room.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.